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i pour salt in your wounds and you don’t even flinch i sharpen my nails to give you a pinch my pulse is undetectable, yours is even worse you’re so dead, i can’t move you, not even with a he*rs* and you know i’ll wait for you in vain

an excuse for a master, i’m sweating like a slave you won’t let me have it the reaction i crave in a sickening epiphany i learn that it’s reversed i’m all black and blue and hollering cursed and you know i’ll wait for you to wake

i undress you with flames and gut you awake take a p*ss on your grave and you would still feel nothing i could kill you with pain and without a painkiller toss you away and you would still feel nothing

take a walk to the wishing well, get yourself a drink drowning yourself, it’s not what you think get a hold on the tentacles tearing you apart like a splintered stake through your un-slept heart and you know i’ll wait for you, always for you, in vain for you

i caress you with flames and gut you awake take a p*ss on your grave and you would still feel nothing i could kill you with pain and without a painkiller toss you away and you would still feel nothing